Journal Entry September 10, 1998
I often wondered what she did in her free time. She intrigues me, her cleverness astounds me, but she is perplexing nonetheless. I thought at first that she just stayed in the library, or if she was off breaking more rules with her two cohorts Potter and Weasley. I don't know why she of all people has been on my mind lately.
She is just a silly little girl.
I had another dream last night. I am being tortured by my former best friend, Lucius Malfoy and the whole time he was telling me that this was for my own good. I glanced down at my chest and stomach since I was magically bound to the table and blanched at what I saw. Lucius would peel strips of my flesh off and then pour boiling wax into the open wounds...I wanted to scream from the pain when I realized that there was no pain, Its like I was seeing them peel my flesh away, but I was just numb, no pain, no nothing. Then she came, I know it is because I can smell her. She smells of innocence, but she is by no means innocent. She steps into the moonlight cast by the dungeon window and the first thing I see is black stocking-clad legs and pointy-toed stiletto heel black boots going up to her knees. As my gaze travels up her legs she laughs, and I meet her eyes.
It can't be, not her...
She struts over to me and leans over and smiles wickedly and says "Why hello there, Professor." Then she looks back at Lucius and says "Do be careful Lucius, I want to have him all to myself later, and I want him to still be sane to experience it." "Of course, my pet" Lucius drawls, he looks to me and as our eyes meet he smirks, "Your in for it tonight, Old friend", then he laughs manically of course, and then he takes of the spell I now know was keeping me from fully experiencing his torture and I scream and scream. So here I am now, four o'clock in the morning writing to you because I am too freaked out to go back to sleep, me of all people, scared shitless by a silly, little wisp of a girl, no wait woman. It still pains me to remember that face, that face I see all the time in my Advanced Potions classroom, Miss. Hermione Granger, Loyal Gryffindor. Gods I hope this is really all a dream, I would hate to see what she could do if she received some of the Dark Lords gifts. He can be very persuasive you know.
I often wondered what she did in her free time. She intrigues me, her cleverness astounds me, but she is perplexing nonetheless. I thought at first that she just stayed in the library, or if she was off breaking more rules with her two cohorts Potter and Weasley. I don't know why she of all people has been on my mind lately.
She is just a silly little girl.
I had another dream last night. I am being tortured by my former best friend, Lucius Malfoy and the whole time he was telling me that this was for my own good. I glanced down at my chest and stomach since I was magically bound to the table and blanched at what I saw. Lucius would peel strips of my flesh off and then pour boiling wax into the open wounds...I wanted to scream from the pain when I realized that there was no pain, Its like I was seeing them peel my flesh away, but I was just numb, no pain, no nothing. Then she came, I know it is because I can smell her. She smells of innocence, but she is by no means innocent. She steps into the moonlight cast by the dungeon window and the first thing I see is black stocking-clad legs and pointy-toed stiletto heel black boots going up to her knees. As my gaze travels up her legs she laughs, and I meet her eyes.
It can't be, not her...
She struts over to me and leans over and smiles wickedly and says "Why hello there, Professor." Then she looks back at Lucius and says "Do be careful Lucius, I want to have him all to myself later, and I want him to still be sane to experience it." "Of course, my pet" Lucius drawls, he looks to me and as our eyes meet he smirks, "Your in for it tonight, Old friend", then he laughs manically of course, and then he takes of the spell I now know was keeping me from fully experiencing his torture and I scream and scream. So here I am now, four o'clock in the morning writing to you because I am too freaked out to go back to sleep, me of all people, scared shitless by a silly, little wisp of a girl, no wait woman. It still pains me to remember that face, that face I see all the time in my Advanced Potions classroom, Miss. Hermione Granger, Loyal Gryffindor. Gods I hope this is really all a dream, I would hate to see what she could do if she received some of the Dark Lords gifts. He can be very persuasive you know.